It must be like opening
a new door in a familiar
wall, the one with the
photograph, the same old
photograph but starting
to look so strange...
just a quick impression
and then a flash of
final lime-light as the
irresistible wind pushes
you outside, out into
outer space, where the
view is always magnificent
- nothing but the best
death for you, baby - and
then falling back down to
earth as celestial debris,
universal rain...

And all the over-excited
wave-lengths have to reduce
their amplitude and frequency
so that light can become a
particle again and feed the
hungry multitudes with
circuses.

02/02/2008